Hey ya BloglandPosted Sep-06-08 19:35:25 PDT Updated Sep-07-08 12:06:49 PDT
Hey ya Gentle Readers. It's time for another 12 dogs and a blog disclaimer. You know, about how 12 dogs and a blog is writer's journal. Fact and fiction reside here. Think of this as a great, big, ole' work in progress. If you don't know what is fact, what is fiction, or if you think I need some kind of intervention for multiple personalities? Well gosh, I'm a better writer than I thought. In other words? Ask first. Just make sure to post it in the comment section so that I will see it. Do NOT email. My email is wonky. Exception. Taloolah. Please email. I might not see it. This might make you angry at me. I don't need that and neither do you. There are folks who already angry at me because they think that I am old, ugly, and stupid. This new anger induced extra cortisol isn't going to help. My comments are in ON but Hidden mode. When you comment, it will look as if they have disappeared. I will see them. Trust me. Think of comments as a kind of eBay voice mail. Only ebay voicemail has a better edit function AND I can leave my messages with a YouTube vid and in color I like that. Next? How to find the perfect traveling companionIn this post, I list the attributes of the perfect traveling companion. Yes, there is someone who would be the perfect traveling companion. He is, in my humble opinion, a very nice person. It's a nice feeling this and I love to laugh. Now that I have this laughter, I thought maybe I could share.
Have asked for help in the matter. No more Sphinix without a riddle. No more "bound feet". Oh Auntie Slacker's request? No musicians :D (but since when have I ever listened to Auntie? Hmmm) Dallas Reject, If you are reading this you're excluded in Auntie's musician's ban but you are also married to the love of your life. She likes you. Hello to you both. Or you could readSo What did I learn this afternoon.First rule of traveling companions. A sense of humor. Plus I love to look back at the 1980's clothing and hair and ask, "What the heck were they thinking?" Ciao, Ann
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